Rain falls from the sky because of gravity. Either that, or whatever deity or lack thereof just absolutely hated you and wanted you to be wet and miserable while you were out trying to find Hank in this shithole of a city's many bars. Well, at least it washed away the blue blood, right? It would've taken a few hours for it to evaporate, so maybe there is a silver lining in every cloud.
But to be completely serious, you were a wee bit tired. Just a tiny wee bit. From getting ragdolled around, to being asphyxiated, to doing this stupid fetch quest for Fowler, maybe a little rest would do you good... Pfft, nah, no rest for the wicked as they say, and so you continued on with the little task you were given. At the very least, though, you hoped that it would be an entertaining situation once you guys actually manage to find Hank. That'd make up for it.
Oh, speaking of entertaining, Constance was doing something interesting right now. She was fiddling around with a coin in her hand while doing increasingly complex tricks with it. Seriously, it was impressive. Even more impressive, however, was the way that CyberLife managed to design her. You had to admit, she was a looker, but there was something... off.
She looked too perfect. You'd seen androids before. Countless, even. But you'd never seen an android look so much... like an android. You would've been headed straight for the uncanny valley if not for the fact that they managed to bring it back with her eyes. They looked really beautiful, like they were filled with curiosity and wonder.
Fuck her height though. Who decided that she should be much taller than you, huh? Well, it wasn't hard to be taller than you, but still! You'll find the guy and-
You've just been silent this whole time, huh? That is so unlike you. Just make small talk, you're great at that, right? Amazing, even. You weren't certain if she'd be down for human stuff like that, but hey, worth a shot, right?
"So... how's the weather goin'?"
Nailed it.
"There's currently a heavy downpour of rain over Detroit, Detective. The precipitation is-"
"ABABABABABABABA! I didn't ask for a complete weather report, alright? Chill." Shaking your head, you let out a chuckle. "Anyways, we've been to The Skip, 3rd Street, Monarch's Club, and Bad Luck Bar with absolutely no sign of Hank. Where to, next?"
You actually already knew what the next location to check was gonna be. You just wanted an excuse to keep talking and that was as good a conversation piece as any. Why was it so hard to have a conversation with her?
"The next location is Jimmy's Bar."
"Well, if he's not there, then I don't know if continuing our search is gonna be faster than just doing the case myself." Yawning, you try to wash away the drowsiness setting in. Perhaps running on three hours of sleep with minimal rest wasn't a good idea today.
It only took a few minutes to get to the bar, but you were sleepy, dizzy, and a little bit queasy, so you might as well just try to rest a little bit. Closing your eyes, you let the fluffy cloud of sleep wrap around you and take you to slumber.
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Seven seconds and three hundred and forty three milliseconds. Hm, good enough. Opening the door of your car and walking out into the rain, you took your time dramatically ambling towards the bar's entrance. It looked shabby, and you wondered why this wasn't your first choice since Hank was a cheapskate anyways.
Placing your hand against the wooden door, you looked at the sign that was placed on it. 'NO ANDROIDS ALLOWED. OWNERS WILL BE PROSECUTED'. Hahaha! Funny. Seeing as how Constance entered the bar anyways, and that you were a cop, you doubted that they could really do anything about it.
